Down in the woods the birds were singing. At Trellyn Woodland the stream ran by, clear water, down to the sea at Abercastle. But something was sturing, untwisting, untwining.
Trellyn is one of the most peaceful and beautiful places I know. The birdsong wakes you in the morning and the bee buzzing insect drone lasts all day. Cats prowl, and morehens raise chicks on the ponds where if you are really lucky you might see an otter. There are badgers and foxes and so many birds ( despite the best efforts of very diligent hunting cats!) You can take your own tent or book one of these structures for a ‘glamping’ experience and if you are lucky Matthew will show you how to roast lobster over and open fire and Kevin will teach you fire-lighting and spoon carving. And being a ‘real’ campsite you can watch the day darken and the birds hand over the sky to the bats as you sit by your campfire and cook lobster or fresh mackerel and sip wine. Heaven.